Beidiao Workplace Illustrated Book

Chapter 1 Summer 2015 (1)

During the May Day holiday, Chen Mo decided to go home. If he didn’t go home again, he was afraid that he would really starve to death on the streets of BJ.

Walking to the bank's self-service teller machine, inserting his only bank card, the balance shows that there are only more than 100 yuan. This is the way he left for himself, just enough for a ticket to go home. It has been more than half a month since I paid 1000 yuan by myself.

The bus drove unsteadily towards a small village not far from BJ, Liyuan Village in Cangzhou, Hebei.Chen Mo sits in the car with his broken guitar on his back and thinks hard. The purpose of going home is very clear, and he asks his family for money.But the premise of asking for money is that you need policy support first, just like every time a village wants to build a road or hold some spiritual and cultural construction activities, the village head has to go to the town to talk to his superiors The mayor wants policies, obtains the support of the mayor, and then continues to ask for funding from one level to the next.

Chen Mo's superiors are the parents of the family, especially his father, who asks his father for policies and support.I can imagine getting the support of my father, one word: difficult.But it has to be difficult, whoever let others be in charge of the financial power, if his father doesn't support him, Chen Mo is afraid that it will be difficult for him to continue his dream, thinking that he is about to graduate from college, and he even reaches out to ask his family for money, relying on the loess with his back to the sky Chen Mo naturally felt that it was wrong for his parents to support him.

The bus was driving on the Rongwu Expressway, Chen Mo looked at the cars coming and going, and thought in his heart, when he could own a car, and drive home by himself, that would be a happy return home.

But now, it is difficult to support himself, and what is the talk of returning home, Chen Mo cursed in his heart: He is so fucking useless, he wished to slap himself twice, and wake up the self who is still sleeping in search of dreams but has no food to eat.

But this trip home, how to talk to his parents, he thought all the way but didn't think about it.

For dinner, my mother still steamed steamed buns with big meat. My mother’s technique of steaming buns was learned from Chen Mo’s grandmother. The buns are bigger than the mouth of the bowl and have [-] folds in the thin skin. Anyone who sees them will salivate, especially Chen Mo and his friends. Father is most proud of the bite. The snow-white flour is wrapped with cabbage and pork stuffing. After one bite, oil comes out. The skin of the bun is fluffy and chewy, and the stuffing is full of fragrance. The big buns made by his mother, and a pot of big buns have gradually become Chen Mo's first meal every time he returns home from university vacation.

After dinner, my father sat in the yard smoking a cigarette. The weather in May was neither too hot nor too cold, the moonlight was bright and clear, and the air in the night wind was warm. The small yard was quiet and the wind was clear and refreshing. A burst of slow screaming.Chen Mo took out his own cigarette and handed it to his father: "Smoke one of mine, mine is better than yours."

Father turned his head quickly: "No smoking." He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and continued to draw a cigarette from the cigarette case to refill it.

Chen Mo hurriedly held up the lighter: "Come on, I'll light it for you."

Father still turned his head: "No need." Saying that, he lit the cigarette in his hand.

My father smokes, but he never smokes in front of outsiders. Everyone in the village thinks that his father does not smoke, even grandma always thinks that his father does not smoke, but Chen Mo knows that his father just smokes behind his back. Like myself, when I was just in college, I smoked behind my family's back. Now that I'm about to graduate, I can finally smoke openly.

Father took a deep breath of the cigarette: "What is the plan?" After finishing speaking, he looked at the cigarette case in Chen Mo's hand, and the anger in his heart was like a spark.

Chen Mo took a puff of cigarette: "Dad, I still want to go to BJ again. Although it is difficult, it is not difficult to do something now? I just graduated, and I want to go outside with my heart."

"You go out, I support you, the truth, you see, you have been in BJ for two months, have you made any money? Is your job stable? You know it very well in your heart, this will be six months soon. I graduated in June. After graduation, I will honestly go home and take an exam for a civil servant, isn’t it good? Why go to BJ to make a fuss? I have worked so hard for you to study for so many years, just hope you can graduate in the future, and have a share An iron rice bowl." Father Chen talked to his son calmly, he knew his son's dream, but he also knew the cruelty of reality, he could be patient and talk to his son about the truth.

"Dad, I'm not here to make a fuss, I'm here to realize my dream." Chen Mo said boldly, his father didn't know what his dream was.

"Stupid dreams!" Father Chen threw away the cigarette in his hand: "Can dreams be eaten?"

Chen's mother hurried out to smooth things over. She had expected that a war would break out between the father and son tonight, and she had no way of favoring either side, because both the son and the husband had their own reasons for their own thoughts and actions. Can reconcile from it: "Can't we have a good chat? Son can do whatever he wants." Then he pulled his son: "But we also have to consider the actual situation. What your father said is not unreasonable."

"Stop meddling, don't think I don't know, you secretly transfer money to him behind my back." After finishing speaking, Chen's father looked at his son again: "I won't stop you from pursuing your dreams, but you are so old, you are so old, you can't help me." Don't you feel ashamed and flustered that you have graduated from the fucking school, and you still ask your family for money?"

Chen Mo's words were the lifeblood of Chen Mo. Chen Mo stopped talking and could only keep silent. The three people in the yard were silent. My younger sister Chen Jing was sitting in the room watching TV, but the atmosphere outside was not right through the window. Although I am six years younger than my brother, I stopped studying before I finished junior high school. I worked with my cousin in SJZ for several years. My mother was afraid that I would marry in SJZ, so she dragged me back home. Now, I am a Waiting for a job at home, wait a few days, and go to the county or city to find a job.

Chen Jing didn't want to get involved with her brother's affairs, she didn't have a job yet, so she was not qualified to get involved with her brother's work, but judging from the scene of the meal today, her brother must have a good talk with her father tonight, it's just a guess Now that the negotiation is not going well, she felt that her brother must need her help at this time, so she went out of the house to help him smooth things over, but she didn't know what kind of topic to start to ease the embarrassment, so she popped out a few words: "Brother, you are in BJ What have you been doing for the past two months?"

"Sing." Chen Mo replied.

"Like those homeless singers on TV?" Chen Jing felt novel: "I saw many talented homeless singers singing in BJ, such as Bi Xia in "The Voice of China", and some famous online singers before. Girls from Xidan, they all got on CCTV later, brother, will you be like them and become a big star in the future?" The younger sister looked innocent.

Chen Mo smiled bitterly: "Yes."

Father Chen cast a glance, thinking in his heart: Daydreaming.

"Brother, they all live in the bridge hole, in the basement, do you also live in the basement?" My sister continued to ask.

"I don't have one, I live in a youth hostel." Chen Mo replied: "There will be several bunk beds in a room. It's the same as a university dormitory. It costs 100 yuan a day. I sing every day, and I can probably earn dozens of yuan. If I'm lucky, there will be more. A little bit, after calculation, it is just enough for daily living expenses." Chen Mo was quick to use his wits, and now he can only sell miserably to win the love of his parents. In fact, what he said is not the truth. In order to save money, he sometimes I can only find a park bench to make do for the night. Fortunately, BJ in May is not very cold at night, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to survive.

"Look, let me just say it, you honestly don't want to take the civil servant exam? You have to suffer that." Father Chen lit another cigarette and calmed down again: "Mo, come back, even if the family spends some money, give it to me." You walk around, you take the exam to be a civil servant in the county, and you will have no worries about food and clothing in the future, and our neighbors He Erlong and Qu Daqiang, their children have all been admitted to civil servants, tell me, can I not envy you?"

"Dad, that's not the life I want." Chen Mo glanced at his father.

"What kind of life do you want? Carrying that broken guitar of yours and continuing to sing, can't even afford to eat? Relying on your mother to send you money secretly?" Chen's father pointed to the cigarette case in Chen Mo's hand: "But smoking a beer I'm all good at smoking?"

Chen Mo gave his father a white look: "Don't talk about this all the time, okay? I still spend money from my family now, but I will make money in the future, support myself, and support you. Besides, my cigarette is better than yours. Wherever you go, it’s only one dollar more than yours.”

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen's father waved his hand: "Relying on singing? I have never seen BJ's wandering singers, but when I think about you, I know how many people like this are staying in BJ. In your words, they are called North Drift."

"Yes, you are right. BJ does have a lot of homeless singers. In Houhai, a brick can kill a lot of homeless singers. I won't be a homeless singer again. Dad, I want to talk to you this time. What I’m talking about is that I want to professionally learn some technical work, learn music arrangement, or work in media, can’t you support me?”

"Go home and take the civil service exam." Chen's father is firm: "Otherwise, if you have the guts, don't ask your family for money, and you won't be given a penny. What kind of music dream, what kind of media do you want to pursue, bullshit."

"You can insult me, but you can't insult my dreams." Chen Mo got up and threw the cigarette butt in his hand viciously: "You don't have dreams, you don't understand dreams, so you have no right to criticize other people's dreams." He ruthlessly He yelled at his father fiercely.

"Damn it, it's reversed, it's reversed, damn it, eat and drink Lao Tzu's food, but still talk back to Lao Tzu." Father Chen finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart anymore, he stood up, if today If he doesn't slap this boy hard, he doesn't know how many eyes Prince Ma has.

(End of this chapter)